One evening, in late May, Cindy approached me and said, “I’m taking the kids to Omaha for the summer. We’ll put our stuff in storage. You’ll stay here to find a job. Hopefully, you’ll get something by the end of the summer, and we’ll come back. If not, you’ll join us in Omaha.”
It was painful to contemplate, but it sounded like a plan. Cindy usually took the children to Omaha for a few weeks during the summer in any case. This time it would just be for longer. I expected that by the end of the summer, I would have a job, and they would return to New York to pick up where we had left off.
Subsequently, I sent out a frenzy of emails, applying to dozens of jobs a day, but the inevitable apocalypse relentlessly approached. Was this really happening? How had I so completely let down my family? What could I do that I have not already tried? What else could I do?
My flash of inspiration was no where near as momentous as Newton’s, when he observed an apple falling from a tree and deduced the Law of Gravity, but it in a similar way, a creative idea popped into my mind and changed the course of my life.
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